Skin

Leave a pretty course

I hate holidays. I'm surrounded by people I hate, don't know or aren't old enough to hate. My grandma is the only person I'm barely interested in. She shows me a bunch of old newspaper stories she wrote. She threw shade for a job. Maybe that's why her kid is a cunt. I mean I'm probably a cunt but, you've gotta learn to love yourself if you wanna lead something resembling a life. My grandma always tells me to live life fast enjoy it and die young and leave a pretty corpse. The devil can deal with my body being ugly fuck you grandma. 

The entire time I was thinking about how many stupid people I was surrounded by. Whenever Tommy came over he made the world look a bit smarter. While he was over we watched TV and I gave him a blowjob. He sat there kinda awkwardly though every time he heard one little noise. He even put me under the covers "just in case" the door was locked and it's not like anyone would care if they caught us. But Tommy was the only one who kept me sane over Christmas break. He came over and slept over for the night on multiple occasions. He did kinda freak out though every time my mom came in to say goodnight. I told him to sleep on one side of my bed where she wouldn't see him if she came in but he ended up hiding under the bed multiple times. He acted like an idiot. It annoyed me so bad. He also blew through my stash of weed. I mean in the blink of an eye. but you have to admire his joint-rolling abilities. 

After break it was back to normal. But my schedule had changed almost completely. I had psych at my old period of English. I walked into my new period and I saw guess who. Alex. The teacher had already set up a seating chart and guess where I sat. Right next to dumbo's brain in hubby material body. 

"Hey, you're Viola right?"

"Vi."

"I'm Alex." He holds out his hand like hes meeting someone new. I've known him for two years.

"We've met."

"Right, sorry. I haven't got a very good memory." 

"That's okay, happens to the best of us." But you're the worst of us. At least intellectually. 

"Why did you take this class?"

"I wanted to get a new perspective on people. I took a class last year. Might as well keep going. You never know, I might be a psychologist one day." I actually took this class because I wanted to see if I was actually medically insane. I know everything about psychology i think there is to know. But onions have layers, and so does life. 

"More of a reason than me. I took it because my mom wants me to be some type of doctor, and I know I'll never get into medical school." But... you have to go through medical school to be any type of doctor. Whatever. 

"Reason enough."

"Okay be quiet. I am Mrs. Crimston, not chrimson, Crimston." The teacher wrote on the board as class began. 

Class went on for what seemed like hours until she sent us on a "get to know each other activity. She told us to tell the person next to us 5 facts about them, we had to write the other persons facts down and get a first 5 point grade for it. I have no idea how he spelled "obsessed" wrong. And don't worry, I didn't tell him I was obsessed with his body. I told him I'm almost obsessed with horror books. 

Class went by slowly, the rest of the day too. On the walk home I saw Alex walk home with his friends. One of them kept looking at me. I caught his glances multiple times. When Alex and his other two friends went inside his house he walked over to me, the people i knew continued without me. 

"Alex told me a lot about you Vi."

"Like what?"

"He told me know you know what you want. And I know you think he's an idiot. But, I've caught your glances at him."